[00:13]If you were a carpenter, your hands to the grain
[00:19.49]If you’d stayed a stranger and I’d never learned your name
[00:26.49]If you were a creature of make believe
[00:34]If you were the shades of colors my eyes cannot see
[00:54]I never would have known
[01:01]what you could have meant to me
[01:13]If you were a mason, your body over stone
[01:20]If you were a garden with myrtle overgrown
[01:27]If you were the walls that purposed the room
[01:34]If you were a prism with the light passing through
[01:5.44]I never would have known
[02:01]what you could have meant to me
[02:13.55]If you were a child, born new into the day
[02:19.49]If you were the dreamcatcher above the bed I make
[02:27]If you were immortal, with no concern for age
[02:33]If you were the northern hills that knew not rapid pace
[02:54]I never would have known
[03:01] what you could have meant to me